Killian's POV
The jet cut through the night sky like a knife through silk, humming low and constant beneath us. Salt City was still miles away. I should’ve been calm. I should’ve trusted the plan. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Celeste.
She was alive.
That one truth had been a light in the dark, until James hit play.
“We intercepted this not long ago,” he said. “The bug in Donna’s hair is still transmitting, though it’s weak at times.”
The audio crackled, and Victor’s smug voice spilled out into the cabin.
“…just take her out of the way. Kill her. I’ll give you both joint ownership of the company. She’s refusing to sign, so there’s no other option.”
My stomach twisted.
“Bastard,” Rachel hissed under her breath, arms crossed tight over her chest.
The recording continued. Dom
